It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, and profoundly dark. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. A piece of seaweed touched her hand, tender and green. Michelle burst into laughter, followed by John, who almost spit up his cola.
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